profile And all of y'all wearin' the same name brands I hear everybody jackin' these played out jams I won't reach for no gun, punk, I use my hands
and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their
scar Those who blame the G for all bizarre So open up your vents an' record well For this is where we stand for the true tell Ghetto gained a ghetto name
for work, I get dissed like a jerk I do odd jobs and come home like a slob So here comes Rob, he's cold and shivery He gives me two hundred for a quick
even enjoying it Yea I'am not going to point a "K" at a magazine Because of what someone say in a magazine I can..pull out my chain yellin 'Bada Bling' Or on a
Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Tical get Blacker than your
a soft ass So I'm gone blast Watch a motherfucker last Shoot it Don't baby food it You got something nigga You'd better use it Threatening a nigga
so they double up by bag Sometimes me get load that's the time I pull a twist Me love to shake the dice punk these suckas for a hitch Me never use a
smooth as a wanna be,for quickly you a gonna be {o thats the way it is} fuck yea and thats the way its gonna be why,puffin on a dank and drinking mad
a woman a bitch? Cool question, so let me answer that See, a bitch likes to play But I'm a type that I blow a punk bitch away Some girls are cool but
it grumpy with a rifle neva played with dope because the hood taught me not to I'm on point like that guard name Jennings takin over courts like my last name
Excuse me as I kiss the sky, Sing a song of six pence a pocket full a rye, Who the fuck wanna die for their culture, Stalk the dead body like a vulture
ain't a mic check Run run Ammunition check Enemies hunt you down like a predator Sniper piper sharpshooter Yes it's a foulplay head got no price Point
t a mic check Run run Ammunition check Enemies hunt you down like a predator Sniper piper sharpshooter Yes it's a foulplay head got no price Point Blanc
rip up a instrumental [nine] Rock, the body body, rock the body body Nine wants a hottie that treats me like I'm daddy daddy The format I use, steps
'Scuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture? Stalk the dead body like a vulture
I'm all punked up with a steroid trigger 'Cause most of y'all are easy just some paranoid niggaz Used to walk with a gun but I never did use it What's the point